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| Reviewed by Jerry Engler |
9/29/2009 |
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| Ummm, insightful picture of what waits within the inwards....The beginning knowledge set forth of psychic deep that waits for our growth, intuition growing, "a secret womb sealed by sleep-kissed eyelids." Great imagery,great simile so subtle it is hardly noticed..........Jerry |
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| Reviewed by Axilea Uzumcuoglu |
9/14/2009 |
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Kate, I like every line of this poem. I like its sparkling brevity too.
It all feels right: the water element, the soulful place, the silence, the secret separateness and, of course, the light.
Axilea |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
9/9/2009 |
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L o v e l y. Like the air feels on a perfect day. S o u n d s!
YUM! xOx 'Pea' xOx |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge |
9/9/2009 |
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| Your poetry breeds intelligent contemplation of the universe, both inward and outward. |
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| Reviewed by David Hightower |
9/8/2009 |
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Kate - Unique analogy - people as luminaries. Paper bags with candle light glowing inside. Especially liked the lines,
threads of intuition
stitching them soul to soul,
and the concluding lines,
an undetected breeding ground
spawning fresh sight.
- David |
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| Reviewed by Christine Alwin |
9/8/2009 |
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..I see a baby in womb..in pools of water, from the inside out..miraculous stitchig indeed.....this is incredible poetry Kate!
Love,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Sherry Heim |
9/8/2009 |
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This poem is so speculative, Kate and of course, that is exactly what poetry should be. For me, it is stepping out of the darkness and into the light, Kind of like Dorothy stepping out of the black and white world and into a Technicolor Munchkin Land. Beautiful poetry!
Take care,
Sherry |
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| Reviewed by Charlie |
9/8/2009 |
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I might-could use this, Kate. It's a good bridge from my "Mind Belly Limbs" to insight. I'll post my oldie so you can see what I mean.
I love the continuity herein--the gentle, soft sounds of l-m-n trees (such a lovely mouthful, mmmmm!)- and that beautiful image of a concealed chamber is delicious too.
This poem is dessert. :) --Charlie |
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| Reviewed by kenny baez |
9/7/2009 |
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Ah, light breaks where no sun shines, to quote Dylan Thomas. We can read this poem in a number of ways, most obvious being the foetus in the womb,
or even little tadpoles in the village pond .... well, that's stretching it maybe, though the word spawning does suggest that gelatinous race of little swimmers. Keep shining forth with you illuminations, dear kate! |
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| Reviewed by Debashish Haar |
9/7/2009 |
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| Interesting train of thoughts, stitching imagery into one soul is what this poem does to me! You have perfected the subtle art of balancing thematic and anti-thematic tension. A great job. |
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
9/7/2009 |
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| this is an illuminating pen, Kate, so very good! |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
9/6/2009 |
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THis is on of a kind sweet Kate and seeps into my mind and heart like a trickle of light through a dark blind. well done indeed
hugs
Pops |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
9/6/2009 |
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| you have an incredible depth of perception to be able to delve into the womb where new sight is born! Kudo's Kate! |
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| Reviewed by Lori Moore |
9/6/2009 |
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"an undetected breeding ground
spawning fresh sight."
Great lines. This can be read so many different ways, I Love it. |
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| Reviewed by Amber Moonstone |
9/6/2009 |
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You have woven your words to delve into the depths of perception. I can almost feel mine through your words. You are an amazing writer, such unique train of thought to write about.
Sometimes a simple subject can reap such amazing works. I enjoy your poetry, it is at a unique level of intelligence and depth of perception!
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" |
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| Reviewed by Dallas D'Angelo-Gary |
9/6/2009 |
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| Interesting read, Kate. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan |
9/6/2009 |
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| interesting write-i like it! |
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| Reviewed by Georg Mateos |
9/6/2009 |
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The poem make me think of fireflies...
Georg
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| Reviewed by Dawn Wilson |
9/6/2009 |
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| Kate, this is so beautifully written...almost like an artist using gentle brush strokes. Your last two lines are my favorite...this is a keeper Kate. |
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| Reviewed by Cryssa C |
9/5/2009 |
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This spoke to me on a spiritual note... It spoke to me of the light within each of us, that although at times it may be dim, it is still there...a warm and silent refuge, but also one that when fed and used for light gives new insight and fresh sight to all around it...
An enlightening read...
Cryssa :~) |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
9/5/2009 |
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| flawlessly designed ... your poem is a breeding ground of inspired thought and skillfully crafted images ... |
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| Reviewed by Linda Settles |
9/5/2009 |
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| "threads of intuition stitching them soul to soul" Awesome! |
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| Reviewed by John Flanagan |
9/5/2009 |
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Kate,
Not everyone is as gifted as you with such a treasure nor can they delve and dig out the wondrous nuggets. This is without doubt excellent in thought and delivery.
John |
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| Reviewed by Jon Willey |
9/5/2009 |
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| to the epicenter of luminary creativity you have led me by the hand -- the light that is to be, is birthed from within the confines of that mystical place -- oh, it is not solitary, for it exists within the capabilities of each of us -- we, humanity, the twits of the universe -- and every now and then, a gem is released that serves the whole humanity with a good and decent message of good will -- blessed be those breeding grounds of luminaries -- yes my dear Kate, you've done this thing admirably -- it is the good stuff as I like to term it -- peace and love to you -- Jon Michael |
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| Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg |
9/5/2009 |
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| mmmm...love this...it reminded me: I crafted luminaries last Christmastime for my friends using a rice paper inner liner and fabulous green fibered outer paper, which I hand carved with tree designs....literally assembled from the inside out...your closing was near to the intent I infused them with :) |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
9/5/2009 |
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You have a bottomless well of imaginative and refreshing thoughts, Kate; and you share them so well via your verses. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Ted Bossis |
9/5/2009 |
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| that essence that only tides and time develope~()~seemingly impossible to stay undetected forever~()~threading of the senses is timeless~()~and so it goes~()~ _)*~*(_ Ted |
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| Reviewed by Gene Williamson |
9/5/2009 |
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Kate, I'm in love...with this poem...covet the "concealed
chamber, warm and silent refuge...." -gene. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
9/5/2009 |
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Nice one, Kate; well done! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D |
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| Reviewed by George Carroll |
9/5/2009 |
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| Isn't that just like you "Light-sensitive dreams" No past poet ever had that type of insight. |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
9/5/2009 |
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Kate,
This reminded me of twins. =] Or two lovers so close they know each other's thoughts. Beautifully written, dare I say it? Yes. Illuminating! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton |
9/5/2009 |
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| . . . and we can only hope for that fresh sight, the old sight is getting . . . well . . . old . . . I love coming here, it's like Forest Gump said and I will paraphrase, "Going to Kate's site is like opening a box of poems, you never know what you are going to get." If Forest knew Kate he would have certainly said that. |
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